We Dont Do This Do We

We don't do this, do we?

A flashback to the not so distant past!

Enjoy.

Her eyes were wide open as was her mouth. Both opened in shock as she stared in awe at the sight not two metres from her face. A man's cock was hanging down. Not just his cock but balls, at least that's what she was told hung beneath a penis, in a sack of skin that looked as smooth as her own breasts. Her heart thumped in her chest. Her mouth was dry and her hands felt sweaty as she continued to look, no stare, longingly at the big tube of flesh.

She could feel heat between her legs. Felt her nipples crinkling and become as hard as stones. Her skin was surely blushing a deep red as thoughts of the big cock becoming aroused and somehow finding its way into her hands, her mouth and finally deep inside her pussy. Doing things that she had only dreamed about as she watched the little porn clips and clicked through the photos that she had stored away in her computer's secret, protected directory.

Since the age of thirteen she had had a fascination for cock. Picture after picture had filled her computer disk. It was the only place she could see them. She had no brother or father to spy on and already the little boys she used to play with in the neighbourhood were gone. Moved away with their families as the work in the mining town reduced with the amount of gold being pulled out of the ground. Her Mum never cared about the miners. She was a writer and spent all of her time typing on her own computer and sending off her stories to her publisher and jumping for joy as they were published and cheques got paid into her bank account. It was either that or she went into a funk that sometimes lasted for a week when they were rejected.

She must have been doing alright because the funks were few and far between and the joyful hugs and kisses she gave her daughter more and more frequent. Hence why the girl had her own computer now and didn't have to beg one from school or wait until her mother was sulking in her room to use hers.

She was eighteen now. Her sexual experience could be summed up in two words. Middle finger. Her finger wasn't even long enough to take her hymen and there was no way she was going to stuff anything up her pussy that was not attached to another human being even though her mother did not seem to mind shoving her big rubber toys deep up her hairy cunt when she was happy and half drunk on wine. The girl had even watched her mother do herself. It was exciting to watch the pink almost realistic cock disappear up her mother's wet snatch but the girl had decided that it wasn't what she wanted.

A man. Virile, hot, happy with eyes only for her and her body. A man that would take his cock in his hand and show her how hot and hard she made him as she lay on her back and spread her long legs for him to cast his eyes on her virgin pussy. The same man would lick her pussy, suck her clit and drive his saliva covered tongue up her hole to ensure she was wet enough to take his mammoth manhood. Then the little thin membrane would be blasted asunder as his cock split her open. Her mouth would open in a wordless cry of both pain and pleasure as her arms and legs would lock around him when he bottomed out in her trench. Soaking in her hot juices as he kissed her hard and wrestled her tongue with his own.

Then the withdrawals. The re-entry of his hot hard meat back into her. Slow at first but gradually building in speed as she became wetter and her needs more evident as she whispered at him to fuck her harder, deeper and faster. Her legs would open wider and she would look down between their joined bodies and watch his thick hard meat spread her once virginal slit and turn it almost inside out as his big cock head almost withdrew totally from her tight cunt.

Her body trembled as now that hot cock was beginning to rise in front of her face. She could almost feel the heat. Certainly she could see the pre-cum bubbling to the tip of his cock as his cock thickened with the surge of blood into his organ.

Did he sense her somehow? Could he smell her arousal and was reacting in the most primal ways of all males? His hand was finding its way across the tip of his cock and collecting the moisture it found and was spreading it around the crown of his now steel hard dick. The hand clasped and slid down to his base and then back to the top. He was groaning as she watched and listened to his harsh breathing. His hand was moving quicker. What was he doing? Why was he masturbating when she was so close and within easy reach?

Her heart fell to the bottom of her stomach and her eyes filled with tears and his hand tightened and he called out her name before big splats of his white hot sperm landed on her breasts and the top of her wet cunt.

"Oh God, Jenny Virgin number 5 you are so hot!" the boy panted as lay back on his bed and wiped the semen off with his nearby tissues. He certainly didn't want to get the pages of his magazine too sticky!